The Memory

The memory of
Shadowed Silhouettes
Haunt me still today.


It corners me in alleys
It stalks me throughout the night.


He clasps his hands
Around my throat


He rings my neck to and fro
And I wonder why I stay?

His songs gently
Sway in the air.

Still I wonder why I stay?
When he beats me with his words!

It is his face
I see daily

Like clockwork in the morning,
Staring blankly back at me.
The memory of
Shadowed Silhouettes
Haunt me still today.
My eyes, they are grey.
His eyes, they are too.

When I talk to him,
He talks to me too.


We are synchronized
And I cannot blame…

The memory of
Shadowed Silhouettes
Haunt me still today.


It is that of my reflection
That sickens me!

The sight of my lips moving
Gently to the breeze.


It is no man that can hurt,
But myself unto myself.